Why I hate facebook

I do. I do hate facebook. I can't give it up but I truly hate it. At first it was really fun. I had one fb friend, and we exchanged emails, and she didn't hardly have any friends, and I really liked visiting with her. I could read our whole email chain at once. Or start a new one.

The first time I new I hated facebook was when my new sil used it as a new high tech way to diss me. She invited my friend who she had only met once to be her new friend on fb and ignored my friend request. Then she invited my friend's mother and ignored my second request. Then said friend refused to suggest me as a friend to my sil. And it was only a week later that I coincidentally started watching 'mean girls' on cable and found out that I was in high school. Because this girl is mean. And she used technology to kick my ass. And an ass kicking she did deliver. I finally had it and decided that my only birthday present was going to be that my brother would get said sil to friend me. Only on that very day, he deleted his fb space without telling anyone, and she dropped my friend and friend's mother without telling my bro. And just as I was about to escalate this thing right out of the pseudo-cyber-landia where it began, it was all over.

Bro claims he knew nothing about it. Sil won't speak to anyone. That's another story.

Just when I think, ok, fb isn't so bad, some people start accepting invites I sent out months ago when I thought I liked fb. And suddenly my wall is full of their very full and wonderful lives. Why the fug does everyone have such a fugging great life, anyways. And if it's so great, just go live it and spare me the fugging fabulousness. Yes, yes, I'm so happy for all the people with fulfilling work, beautiful children, loving spouses, huge homes, exotic travel and endless photos but how happy am I supposed to be about their everlasting fulfilledness.

So I'm a half-lunged grump, abandoned and forsaken, dragged through the mud and the grime and the ashes, fugging suffering over the bitter ironic allegories of life. But don't hold it against me. Wouldn't fb be a better place if it was full of shits like me complaining and cussing at everyone. At least it would be fugging real. Who do these people think they are fooling anyways? I now whose marriage is a sexless sham and whose kid is never going to call home again after those first 18 spoiled years. So what is so great about putting the happy face on.

and my frickin fugging farm has fried all it's crops again goddammit!

and I hate fb for being a bloody lie and probably full of perverts to boot.

well maybe not full of perverts. maybe a few pervs would improve the bloody fb cheeriness.

why don't i quit?

well, i've made a couple of quite nice friends...

and reconnected with a couple others...

had my first online chat - ever - and that with a friend in Thailand who I hadn't spoken to in twenty odd years...

friggin fabulous and exciting it is

and that's why I hate fb.

the end.